Texty:
Michael Ball In This Life

chosen Just like life, guns and roses Life is all about guns and roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, guns and roses Life

Angelina And Brad, I was a kid like Michael Jackson when I started to be bad But cleaned it up in 2000 like lever Either, you can hop around Or you can turn this

album, Hollygrove!, This track the finale, nah this the genesis, Young Money murderers, we killin' shit, Forever [Verse 9 - Drake] Alright I got this, you can never get this

sailin' the seven seas 'Til Armageddon just waitin' 'til I'm a legend Please, I am legend, a veteran in my profession No guessin' it's Meth in this session You smell this

a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and I wont stop You aint nothing but talk You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball This life that

with that Man, I hate this crap This ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life, when the music stops Ain't no gettin

First round pick like Michael Vick Quarterback status throw passes at chicks Santana Moss When catching the ball Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball

light him up in bed Livin' the life, either you rise or fall It's a two way street, be large or small Livin' the life, either you die or ball It's a

you, you all know you're my homies And, eh, alright we'll talk later, peace" Let me ask you this about this life we live? And let me try to swerve some of this